Damien: 'love you'Mature

By the time Kyle gets back, I've given in. What, you thought I was going to leave without the methadone?

The thing about methadone is that it's hard to tell that I'm high on it anyways. Only real difference is I don't spend so much time throwing up, and I'm alright to be around. Oh and another thing about it: they'll give it to you for as long as you need it, and if you don't want to, you never have to come down. I mean, I want to come down and get clean, for Kyle's sake more than mine - I know how hard it must be to live with me. But it's so fucking hard.

I look up with a smile as Kyle walks in, tutting at me with a tiny chuckle.

"How're you feeling?" he asks, smiling back.

"Better," I hum, "you?"

"Good. Danny tried to kiss me, y'know," he says and I feel the good mood beginning to slip away a little.

"Why?" I ask, frowning now. He shrugs, like it's nothing.

"Guess he still likes me or something."

"I knew I should've come with you."

"It's okay, doll. Nothing happened." Sure. Doesn't make me feel any fucking better about it. He snuggles up against me on the bed where I'm still lying.

"All he did was play violin for me." This time. I wrap my arms around him, cuddling him a little bit possessively. If he notices it, he doesn't say anything. I plant a kiss on his shoulder, resisting the urge to give him a hickey to remind Danny just who Kyle's going out with now.

He lets out a hum and I kiss along his shoulder, up his neck to his lips. Smiling, he kisses back and I press my forehead against his, smiling a little too.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"No reason," he says, letting out another hum. I cuddle him a little more, trying to be less possessive about it. I'm not sure if I succeed, though. He doesn't say anything about the possessiveness either way, so I can't really tell. He cuddles back, suddenly remembering something.

"Oh, by the way, Danny's got a recital tomorrow. He wants us to go to it."

"Yeah, sure." He snuggles into me more and I put my head on his shoulder, kissing his neck.

"Love you," he hums. I blink. Love? The methadone slows the suspicion a little, but it still creeps in. Is he only saying that to make me feel better about him being around Danny? I kiss his neck again.

"You really mean that?" I query, shifting so I can look into his eyes.

"Mhmm. I've never said it before but I really do love you," he tells me, kissing my nose. I feel my cheeks heat up a little as I smile.

"I love you too." He smiles back, planting a kiss on my lips. I kiss back.

"Only ‘cause you're good in bed, though," he winks and I pout, covering the doubt that hits me kinda hard. He giggles and I keep my pout in place, because I don't want to ruin the moment for him, even if it's already kinda fucked up for me. "Love you," he says again, pulling out the puppy eyes. I roll mine, ignoring as he keeps up the puppy face.


"What?" I huff, still ignoring the cute face.

"Love you, baby."

"Is this a ploy to get laid?" I chuckle.

"Maybe, maybe not," he giggles and I nip at his neck.

"Is it working?" he asks in a sort of husky voice.

"Maybe, maybe not," I wink. He kisses me and I kiss back, figuring I might as well go along with it as he gropes me. I hum and push against his hand as he gropes some more. He palms me a little and I can't help the tiny little moan that escapes my lips. Fuck doubt, we're teenagers. This is just what we do.

He chuckles, "You like that, baby?" he asks me in this innocent voice. I nod at him, my eyes wide and just as innocent. So he palms me more. And to stop myself moaning, I give him a hickey. "Naughty boy," he chides me and I give him the innocent face again, whining as he withdraws his hand. "Naughty boys don't get jerked off by their boyfriends," he tells me with a giggle. I respond with a pout and a puppy face of my own. He pins my arms above my head, straddling me. "Naughty boys get punished."

I wriggle a little, not really trying to get free, as he bends down and gives me a hickey. I whine and he chuckles. "Shame I don't have any handcuffs"

I let out a baby gasp, "be creative." He starts looking around for something and I wait there on the bed, my hands still above my head. He comes back with a tie, sort of tying it around his own wrist to try and make sure it'll work. I watch him, doing my level best to not jerk myself off. Apparently he decides it'll work, because within moments, he's got me tied to the bed. I bite down on my lip, holding back a half hearted whine. He palms me a little and I push up into his hand again, not even realising I'm doing it until he takes his hand away.

"Behave." I nod, mumbling out some apology, straining to keep still as he goes back to palming me. He chuckles and keeps going, but I barely notice the laughter - I'm more interested in trying to not moan. After a moment, he stops palming me, a smirk pulling at his lips as I moan, frustrated. I look up at him as he strokes my cheek.

"What do you want?" he asks innocently.

"As if you can't tell," I mumble.

"I wanna hear you say it."

"I want you to fuck me, Kyle. Please?"

He chuckles, "beg." So I do. I don't know what I say, all I know is it results in me not being fucked.

"Please," I groan, but he still doesn't fuck me. I beg some more, wondering if my begging hadn't gone on long enough. He cuts me off with a kiss and gets up, heading for the door.

"Kyle," I can't help the kind of horrified look that I know creeps onto my face.

"I'll be back in a little while," he tells me with a smirk. I let out a sort of cross between a moan and a whine as he leaves, shutting the door on my protests.

Suffice it to say the asshole takes a lot longer than a ‘little while'.



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